Least Said; Soonest Mended.

My grandmother was a good, Christ-centred woman. She was the spiritual anchor for our family. It's hard to believe that as a very young woman, she toured a British battleship in Montreal and succumbed to a sailor's "come hither" look. Within days, my grandfather had jumped ship and became a fugitive, all for the love of that good woman.

I grew up 10 houses away from my grandparents. They were a big part of my life. When we moved to Vancouver, they lived in our ground floor suite. I know that her influence on me will be discovered in my own grandchildren. I am blessed by God through her.

So what's the point of this post? Well, I've said nothing on this blog since September. I'm able to craft a decent blog posting, and the Good Lord knows that He placed in me the ability to use the written word to stir things into action.

There is plenty to say and plenty to do, but dare I say it?

"Ma" - that's the name I gave my grandmother - used to tell me: The least said, the soonest mended.

There is stuff going on, and I've already said too much.

Please be praying for the work of CSB and Iron Sharpens Iron in Canada and around the world. We need to maintain our focus on serving men and churches as they serve in ministry to boys and to men of all ages.

May God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit bless us all.


- Howard